By: Christopher Bice
The dust from the gravel road catches up as I pull my car into the overgrown driveway. I get out and immediately start coughing as I walk up to get a better look at the boarded up farmhouse. The roof has collapsed, one wall is listing ready to fall. I take out my phone and start snapping pictures of the derelict farm house. What memories does this place hold? I can't help but wonder about its history. What happened to the family? As I turn to leave I see a car at the roadside a single man looking in, crying.